Home invasion part 2 [MMF, CNC]

I ambled over to her slowly, savouring the anticipation, enjoying the sense of rising panic in her eyes, and her ineffectual thrashing. I looked over at him, he was wall eyed and slack jawed, but he could not keep his eyes from me.

I lined myself up at her entrance, and enjoyed her entirely ineffective attempts to get out of my way. I ran my coarse hands over her body, taking every liberty, enjoying the way she shuddered and attempted to recoil for my touch. “Look me in the eyes while I rape you” I demanded, and she did, defiantly meeting my gaze as I entered her.

And so I jackhammered until she burst into tears and tried to look away. I snarled at her and roughly grabbed her face, forcing her to look. She closed her eyes so I slapped her, hard, and she stared at me blankly for the remainder of the assault, her sobs becoming faster and more rasping as the ordeal continued.

By the by I let up, slid out of her, and walked back across the room to her husband, smirking and picking up my gun along the way. I uncuffed him, detatched him from the radiator, and recuffed him, walking him back to the bed.

An erotic letter from James Joyce to his wife Nora Barnacle, 1909 [MF]

This is an excerpt from a letter James Joyce wrote to his wife Nora Barnacle in 1909. I have posted the audio at r/gonewildaudio. Enjoy!

*As you know, dearest, I never use obscene phrases in speaking. You have never heard me, have you, utter an unfit word before others. When men tell in my presence here filthy or lecherous stories I hardly smile. Yet you seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down at Ringsend. It was you who slid your hand down inside my trousers and pulled my shirt softly aside and touched my prick with your long tickling fingers, and gradually took it all, fat and stiff as it was, into your hand and frigged me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed in Pola. Tired of lying under a man one night you tore off your chemise violently and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the horn I had was not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to my face and murmured tenderly ‘Fuck up, love! fuck up, love!’*

Loving Wife [F32] has sex with Husband [M36] at the beach

It wasn’t long after their kiss that the bottle of wine had finished, and their thoughts got a little blurry. Cara went in for another kiss, but this time she poured her soul into it. She ran her hand through his hair, pulling his face close to hers and pressed her breasts up against his chest. Gently rocking her hips against his thighs and teasing him as best she could. Matt moved in even closer to her, wrapping his arm behind her neck and pulling her in. His breath softly landing on the side of her cheek as his wine-stained lips brushed hers.
Cara closed her eyes and shifted her full focus onto Matt, ignoring all the distractions surrounding her. The distant noises seemed to fade away, and the crashing waves sounded softer as she lost herself in the moment. He brushed his thumb over her pink lips, and she kissed it gently, pressing her lips onto the tip of his finger as if to tease him about what else they could be doing. Then she lowered her back onto the blanket, and Matt wrapped his leg around her, pinning Cara down onto the blanket.
She slid her hand down his chest, over his belly and onto his crotch until her fingers were massaging his growing shaft. And Matt followed her lead. Pushing his fingers past the edge of her dress, he greedily filled his palm with her heavy breasts. Slowly massaging around her budding nipples and pulling the fabric down to one side, forcing her right breast to fall out of her dress. He wrapped his fingers around the bottom of her breast, squeezing them and brushing his thumb over her nipple. Soft at first and then harder. Biting it in between his teeth and playing around with his tongue. Then, he moved over to her left breast and repeated every single step. Massaging it, sucking it and biting on her nipple, all while she kept kneading Matt’s crotch, making him grow harder and leaving very little room in his pants.
He moved his hand down to the belt, opening the buckle, pulling it out of the loops and placing it beside him. Then, he unzipped his pants and lowered them slightly, allowing his cock to bulge out proudly. “Get naked with me,” she whispered, “no one can see us here anyway.” And before she had even finished her sentence, she pulled up her dress and slid it out of it. Letting her skin glow under the moonlight and showing off her light pink lingerie set before quickly removing that too.
Matt kept staring at her naked body as she leaned down onto her elbows, arching her back and stretching out her legs. So many different emotions rushed through his head. He was excited and impressed that she had the guts to stand completely naked out in public. But most of all, he was horny for her. His dick was throbbing and begging to be let out, and the only thing he could think of was how badly he just wanted to fuck her right there. He took another look around him, assuring himself that no one could see them, and then took off all his clothes.
Cara pushed his shoulders down onto the blanket and straddled her legs over him, carefully placing the tip of his hard cock over her wet hole. Then in one slow swift motion, she lowered her hips onto him, sliding his shaft as far in as he could get and allowing a soft moan to slip through her pretty lips. She placed her hands onto his chest to keep herself upright, curled her toes under and started to bounce over him. Giving Matt a great view of her tits as they slapped around with every bounce.
Little beads of sweat began to form around her neck and in between her thighs, dripping down her skin as the warm summer air encased their bodies. She leaned down to kiss Matt, and he took that as an opportunity to do his part. He pressed her close to him and started to rock his hips upwards fucking her as fast as he possibly could and trying his best to hit that little spot in her vagina that she liked so much. Then he pushed his right shoulder up, making her turn under him and kept on fucking her. Nothing else mattered around them; they’d forgotten that they were outside, and all they could think of was their pleasure. He grabbed her ankles and crossed her legs over each other, allowing them to rest against his shoulders and continued to drill his hips into her again.
Her moans echoed around in the quiet nook that they had for themselves, sending chills of excitement down her spine and allowing her to ease further around his rigid cock. Every pump that he thrust in her just felt deeper than the one before, harder, firmer and just rocking her to the core. He bent over her legs, folding her thighs as close to her chest as possible and forcing her hips to curl upwards, allowing him to enter her even deeper. She clasped her hands behind his neck and held onto him, feeling the heat rise between their bodies. Their attraction felt somewhat animalistic, two horny individuals who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Both of them greedily wanting more and more pleasure as they started to reach closer to orgasm.
“Oh, Matt,” she cried out of breath, “I missed your fucking cock so much. Let me get on top,” she continued. He let go of her legs and fell to the side, rolling onto his back as Cara climbed up to her knees and onto his crotch, giving him a great view of her ass. She started to grind onto him in slow circles, rubbing her clit against him and pressing his cock exactly where she wanted it. The curves of her hips created the perfect silhouette in the dark, driving Matt crazy. He slapped her ass cheek hard, giving her a tingling burn that quickly melted into pleasure. “Touch yourself. I want you to come with my cock inside you. I want to feel you shake.” he breathed.
Cara licked her index and middle fingers and pressed them against her clit, toying with her jewel as she softly bounced on his cock. Pacing himself, Matt matched her rhythm, allowing her to enjoy every inch of him until she cried out in pleasure and shivered on his dick. Watching her cum pushed Matt over the edge, he grabbed hold of her hips and thrust his crotch in faster. Pumping his dick inside her until he collapsed down, shooting his load inside her. She threw her hands onto the blanket in between Matt’s legs, struggling to keep upright as they both panted, trying to regain their breaths. Then slowly managed to pull herself off of him and over to his side.
“Holy fuck, I missed your cock Matt,” she said, looking up at the dark sky.

Loving Wife [F32] fucks husband [M36] at the beach

It wasn’t long after their kiss that the bottle of wine had finished, and their thoughts got a little blurry. Cara went in for another kiss, but this time she poured her soul into it. She ran her hand through his hair, pulling his face close to hers and pressed her breasts up against his chest. Gently rocking her hips against his thighs and teasing him as best she could. Matt moved in even closer to her, wrapping his arm behind her neck and pulling her in. His breath softly landing on the side of her cheek as his wine-stained lips brushed hers.

Cara closed her eyes and shifted her full focus onto Matt, ignoring all the distractions surrounding her. The distant noises seemed to fade away, and the crashing waves sounded softer as she lost herself in the moment. He brushed his thumb over her pink lips, and she kissed it gently, pressing her lips onto the tip of his finger as if to tease him about what else they could be doing. Then she lowered her back onto the blanket, and Matt wrapped his leg around her, pinning Cara down onto the blanket.

[M]y first time [F]ucking a customer

I (39) run a small aquarium business. The shop front keeps me busy but there’s onsite maintenance jobs as well that just add to the chaos that is my daily work life.

Samantha (32) was a semi regular customer and had been for a few years. Always friendly and chatty but not flirty, and I’d helped her out with some issues with her tanks over the years to where she would prefer to deal with me than my staff. I didn’t mind this because she was a good customer, and it helped that she was pretty hot as well.

About 12 months ago my marriage hit a wall and my wife and I separated. She had moved away during the pandemic and we both started to live our own lives. I was slowly getting some confidence in myself back but hadn’t really done anything about my newly single status.

Home invasion [MMF, CNC]

I arrived at their house around 2am. I found the key under the doormat where I knew they kept a copy, and let myself in silently. Once inside I listened, and hearing no sound of movement took a moment to take my balaclava out of my bag and put it on. I then tiptoed about the house, looking for their bedroom.

I found it and paused. The silence inside was too quiet. I didn’t hear the deep breathing of a couple sound asleep. Instead I heard nothing. Almost like the people inside weren’t breathing at all. Had I woken them? Were they still awake?

I tried the door and my suspicions were immediately confirmed when my turning of the handle was met with a woman’s shriek. Time for plan b. I flung the door open, flipped the light on, and pointed my gun at the terrified pyjamad couple in the double bed before me.

The gun was a replica, not only was it not loaded but there was not even a chamber to load. But it was a delightfully realistic looking replica – almost indistinguishable from the real thing, particularly at a distance. “If you don’t shut her up immediately she dies” I growled at the man as he desperately tried to calm and reassure her before ultimately panicking and placing his hand firmly over her screaming mouth.

The One Lie a Big-Breasted Blonde Told

Just because I’m a big breasted blonde doesn’t mean that I’m stupid and I fall for lame pickup lines.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” asked a guy at the traffic light as I crossed the road.

I rolled my eyes and carried on walking. I looked straight to avoid eye contact, but I saw from the corner of my eye guys staring at my chest. Some of them even puffed and shook their heads. It’s like their reactions gave me insight into their thoughts about what they would do to me if I gave them the time of day.

“I seem to have lost my number. Can I have yours?” asked a guy at the next block.

Before walking into the office, I went to the bathroom to check my hair. I was glad to see that it glistened and cascaded off my shoulders. My bulging chest tightened the white top, and the black skirt fit perfectly to reveal my curves. The heels heightened me by five centimetres. I smiled and headed for the office.

The same culprits turned to look at me as I walked in. I had no choice but to be friendly to them.

Don’t Be Shy

This is a continuation, for parts 1 and 2, go here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/q5xmtx/how_my_wife_keeps_our_marriage_closed/

Part 3

My wife doesn’t masturbate. At least… not that I know about. And trust me, I’ve asked. I don’t know if it’s the shame that so many women associate with touching themselves, or if she just generally doesn’t think about sex unless I’m sending her very clear signals. I want her to touch herself, and I want her to like it. And I wanted to fuck her mouth again.

Our “no rules” encounter of this month was a result of all this. We have a dildo that I’ve used on her a couple times that she seems to enjoy. It’s neither huge nor small. Something like 7 inches long and 1.5 inches wide. If you ask me, it’s too close to my size, and she needs something bigger. I wanted her to use it alone, use it while I use her mouth, and then use her.

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The night I [M35] spent with my wife’s best friend [F34] Part Three [MF]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q5rnzh/the_night_i_m35_spent_with_my_wifes_best_friend)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q6xr5o/the_night_i_m35_spent_with_my_wifes_best_friend/)

In June 2021 the timeline fractured…. Again… It seems to be doing that a lot lately.
Time used to progress day by day, week by week, month by month. Then it was measured as Before Covid and Covid, days and weeks blurred together into the haze of cabin fever.
I’m not sure what role that played in the next fracture, but time was now measured as before Sara and after. I was waiting day by day week by week to find out if that was to be the new measure of time or if the new timeline and the old were destined to collide and what cataclysmic mess that may cause.

Following our initial debrief it was life as usual, we had dinners together, went hiking, watched movies. On the surface things were back to normal, but just below the surface lacing itself around everything I did, was the question of “what comes next?” It was always in the back of my mind. Would we somehow manage to continue this abnormal arrangement? Could our friendship still implode? It was certainly a possibility. Or maybe we could just continue as if nothing ever happened.

Actions and Consequences: Part Two [MF] [Straight Sex[ [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [BBW] [Cum Shot] [Large Ass]

It had been six months since I cheated on my husband. During that time, I had tried to tell him. How do I tell my husband that I had slept with another man, not only another man but a black man? A black man while we were on vacation with our kids, while my husband was in the next room tending to our children.

Every time I got the nerve to tell him, I backed down. I knew it would mean the end of our marriage. Timothy was raised in the deep south, while I was what some people called “city south.” I still had my country ways but living in Atlanta was much different from being raised out in the “sticks,” as Timothy proudly called his low population hometown.

Now we were living in the outskirts of Atlanta in a lovely suburban house, and we were content with the way things had turned out. Timothy worked for a prominent construction contractor while I worked in a hair salon.

Our three children went to a lovely school, and things were perfect. That was until we went on vacation. I cheated. I was that woman that slept with another man, let that man fill her inside with his… I couldn’t even bring myself to think of it. I had literally begged him to cum inside me.